But a glance through the door revealed to him that the church was nearly empty; and he turned away as he would have turned from any show on Broadway which was so obviously "not a hit." "Sometimes on Sunday mornings I seem to hear 'em, preachers, droning and shouting all over the land," he told her once.

"What's in it?
What do they know about God or where you go when you are dead?
Nothing, no more than you or I!" His voice was harsh and bitter then, but the next instant it was kind.
With his arm about her he was saying: "Don't, Ethel--please--don't take it like that! I was a brute! I won't again! I'll keep it inside! I'm sorry, dear!" "Oh, Joe," she whispered, "if we only knew!" So these two faced eternity.
But only at moments.

They looked away.

For she saw how good it was for Joe to have the distractions that he craved; and so on their long walks at night she took him to the noisy streets, or into the movies, where his mind appeared to stop and find some rest.

Best of all, she discovered, was to go with him in the small car which he used for his business.